RED March 14, 2019Susanne Leist The road ahead is wet and slippery. I follow the red, blinking lights. My eyelids hang heavy. My yawns grow wider. The lights blur together forming a raging fire. It fills my windshield. I sit forward in the red halo. I must stay awake. Share this:The Dead GameTwitterTumblrLinkedInRedditFacebookPinterestWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related